just as I begin the swing of my axe I hear the clapping from overhead, distracting me momentarily, allowing the woman to run as the man drops from the roof. As he speaks his words my lip curls revealing the gnarled tooth from jutting jaw .. the flare of temper settled by the weight of the bag tossed to my hand ..
.. "who you that I tell Bor ..
before the words are even finished he has disappeared, hearing hte hooves of the patrol I quickly turn and hurry down the street making my way back to the bloody bucket ..

before you stands a young orc or is it a half-orc .. nah anything that ugly has to be all orc ... doesn't it?